Much less time for mail,
I’m up at three, down by nine
and watched all the time
Much less time for mail,
I’m up at three, down by nine
and watched all the time
“Walking Pneumonia”
it’s called: fever, chills, all run:
the sick still must work!
Showers stay hot
with hundreds of eyes crowded
turned to me at cold:
those eyes mill and stamp in turn;
herd soon after cold again!
must showers* go cold
with hundreds of soapy eyes
turned to me alone
*(In late November, 1967, the Company P showers at Camp Geiger had a habit of losing their hot as herds crowded each of the known-hot showerheads, while I by choice chose a quick and chilly – downright damn cold – shower all to myself…in and out in but 60 seconds to soap and rinse! Originally typed Most, but must was better, I think.)
Two full days of shit
from our DI wannabes
prove Boot Camp ‘Ain’t Done!
Run us in and out of our
barracks just to set the tone.
(“But, first, A Word From Our Sponsor: I Luck Out Again!!”)
Linen Supply Job –
I hand out mess whites to cooks
and hear ‘sea stories.’
Company P, First
Infantry Training Regiment
will do tho months’ ‘duty’
before we are sent to learn
infantry skills: we’re stuck!